  Wow. The last few days really have been just one big blur. I'm having trouble even remembering what day it is -- I keep thinking tomorrow is thursday, and the only reason i catch myself is because that would mean that tonight was conservatory night, which it definitely was not. So yeah, my sense of time is pretty screwed up right now. Sorry for the lack of posts -- I've been really busy.
So first off, our show's really good. It gets better by the day, mostly as people get more of the lines we were supposed to know all of by yesterday or last friday. But yeah... CTC owns my life for the next few weeks. Tomorrow at noon is the halfway point. Kind of scary. Hard to believe it's all over so fast, especially when I've worked so hard to get to where I am now and then all my friends will leave next year, just as I've gotten here. This, however, is not what I want to write about. I want to write about my good friend Brady, one of the few who probably won't leave next year. I've been in conservatories with Brady since our first year, and we've always hung out, and basically, Brady just rocks.
He's an awesome guy, and he's hilarious, and just all around fun to have around. But for reasons of his own, Brady had an incredibly shitty weekend. If I told you what happened to him, you'd cry. And he'd be mad at me. So I won't. Suffice it to say, I confirm it as quite shitty, knowing exactly what happened. But here's the kicker: yesterday was Brady's birthday ! And he was having a crappy day! And in my world, that's just not allowed...
So, since all the IITs were off at their little exclusive party (rant on elitism to follow at some point. I love them all dearly, but they do need to get off their... whatever it is they're on. ) and none of them were going to do anything for him (not that they're great friends, but you know... it gave us an excuse...) my sister and Claire and myself made Brady two CDs, then Claire and I went to Cupertino to deliver them to him. This decision was also because he had said he wasn't going to have a birthday party, so we figured we'd just brighten up his day with a bit of a surprise. But little did we know, the plot was about to thicken. Outside of his house, there was a sign saying to please be quiet and gather by the basketball hoop.
From this, we knew there was a surprise party in the works, but we were already there... So we decided we'd just, at the very least, stop by, say hi, and drop off the CDs. But then his mom invited us in for dinner, and stealthily informed us that it was wonderful luck that we had arrived, because the more of Brady's friends were there, the better.
It felt really awkward, somehow crashing a surprise party, but it turned out alright. We, along with some other guy from Saint Francis who I didn't know but both Claire and Brady did, kept Brady occupied in the backyard while his parents set up the surprise. Then we went out front and yelled with everyone else. Everyone there was, of course, from Saint Francis, where Brady goes to school, so I was just a wee bit out of place.
But it was alright -- some of his friends were pretty accepting, and Claire introduced me to her friend Laura, which is funny cuz now I know maybe five or six girls named Laura, and it always seems to me that they're borrowing the name from my sister or something. Unless their name has funky-awesome alliteration which makes it cool and different. Namely Laura Lucas. Laura Lucas, if you're reading this, your name rocks. Anyway, the point is, Brady's day went from shitty to really really obscenely good in a very small amount of time. and that was good. Mission Accomplished. That was my yesterday. In addition to that, yesterday was one solid day of rehearsals, unbroken by classes.
That was no fun. I had been too busy totally redoing my room on the weekend, and hadn't spent enough time on lines. So now my room's still a mess, the hallway's a mess too, I get yelled at a lot more than normal, and I get pissed off at myself for dropping lines. Not a very good situation to be in. Today, I got up really early and made crepes. One rather heaping plateful. Brought them with me to conservatory, along with sugar, nutella, and kumquat jam. Nick, Brady, Claire, the other Nick, and myself made a breakfast out of it, and some others grabbed a crepe or two here and there.
It was definitely good times, despite how tired I am now because of it. Speaking of being tired, It's been forty-five minutes since I started this post, and I want to go to sleep. So despite my having plenty more to say, I'm off to bed. More will probably follow later, if I get time at my computer. 
